Your sister reports that the boy is acting normal again. But four days later she calls you to say he's acting delirious and he has been running around hooting for 9 hours straight. You go right over. You know the kids tweaking on meth. You search his room finding nothing. But while talking to your sister about life back on the farm as kids when you only fucked around his beer and weed you catch the kid smoking a foilie in the back yard hidden by bushes. You drag the screaming kid inside with the foilie, lighter and baggie containing a little chunk of of methrock. That's it, sis says the boys going into hospital lock up and then they are moving to Utah. She says you can use the house as a operations base if you still want to nail the bastards. You do. After the she and the kid pack up and leave to a small small hovel near the desert far away you smoke up a pitch of meth and grin. This stuff is really good!